Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovakia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Music Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
the Association,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
Make Up,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.